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@gladiatorsteamroom asked:

⠀ ( little spoiler wags . he was just thinking the same thing . except, he's more on the down low about it . trying to be nonchalant with his arms crossed . it's cool to be edgy and mysterious . )

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Heatwave had been teasing Chase all day. ‘Accidentally’ brushing his aft against the policebot’s panels while they did routine maintenance on the Sigma, sending him naughty messages over a private commline, and randomly giving him little kisses and touches throughout the day.

It hadn’t taken much to convince Chase to bend him over his berth when the policebot had innocently come to talk about a schedule glitch… Or maybe not so innocently… He’d locked the door behind him after he’d entered, after all.

Heatwave was biting his glossa to keep from moaning out loud as Chase’s spike stretched his valve wide open.

Flame Nova grumbled to himself as he kept pulling and trying to free himself from the unfortunate predicament that his own temper had gotten him into. He had been given permission that- instead of attempting to start fights with the other Cardbots- he was allowed to take out his frustrations on any abandoned buildings and other sites. Which had now led him to his current problem at hand.

Putting his excavator arm through the wall of an abandoned warehouse with all his might had thrown his balance and sent not only his arm, but his entire upper half through the wall, bringing it down on top of him. And not only that, his excavator arm was then pinned in a very weird position, so he couldn't even free himself, even as he was able to get himself back up onto his pedes.

Steamtrack stepped into Scorches room, looking down at a datapad while being so adamantly ignoring her own heat, and the moment she was close enough - the smell hit her before the sight did. Her optics widened and her engine gave an involuntary rev. The sight of Scorch on her berth causing a wave of arousal to flood Steamtrack's circuits.

"O-oh.. I - I, um.."

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"Steamy!" The femme shifted, wiggling and turning enough to see her better. Her tail wagged faster, fin on the end lightly smacking against the berth as she grinned.

« Hey fangs... was wondering if you'd like some company? If you, um.. know what I mean. »

There's a hint to her voice that she may be struggling with something very similar to what he was going through..

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She ignored her own heat, vents blasting almost obnoxiously as she knocked before entering- concerned as she hadn't heard anything beyond the door.

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Steamtrack moaned, laughing as she bit her lower derma, shifting her hips and let her helm roll back on her shoulders as he pushed the false spike all the way inside. Her valve cycled down against it, the vibrations stimulating her inner nodes deliciously. Her vents coming heavy as she reached down to rub over her valve and the base of the toy - a shudder went down her backstrut as the way he tapped it. The moment that his servo pulled back, she let her panels shut with a snap. She leaned forward, wrapping a servo around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss, a grin wide on her derma, "Do we wanna put shanix on how long we can last before having accidents?" Her grin turned into a smirk as she peppered a few kisses over his neck while momentarily increasing the vibration of his false spike.

Leaning in close, into the kisses. His glossa lapped at her derma, with servos resting on each side of her waist. Stroking along her plating while pulling her lower derma between his own, gently suckling on it before releasing with a pop. The increasing vibration, made him softly moan. His frame twitching, with each unfortunate vibrating brushed over sensors.

"Oh, yes. A hundred, a thousand? Mmh, I bet you can't last five joors without your thighs getting slick with lubricants." He purred, pressing his thighs together, as he pulled away. He knew, if he staid there any longer, he'd want to push her against the nearest surface and grind her thigh until he's a whimpering mess. No, stop, thoughts-